A Writer Chills Out in Montana
On Saturday I left Oregon at the torturous, bone-jangling hour of six in the morning to head to Helena, Montana.
I don’t “do” six in the morning. I feel like I’ve been hit in the face by a flying goat. It’s unhealthy for me to get up that early. Definitely a fright to my nervous system. I don’t like any frightful things happening to my nervous system as I am nervous enough already.
But, alas, I’ll do just about anything to de-fry my brain and calm down in Montana. It’s like heaven was drawn in a painting and the painting landed across the entire state. I feel like I can breathe when I’m there. Plus, there’s something about the rivers and the mountains that make writing and delving into my boiling and toiling imagination easier.
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